The Shadows Of My Mind Poem by Myrtle Thomas

Rusty items of time
mingle blended in muddy rivers
toppled in camouflage
hidden from the care taker
a sulking child hides from view
hide and seek was not the game play
a job unwanted nor expected

Time was my hero long, so long ago
yet today seems antique
rusty and useless even to myself
strengthen with sugar or whiskey on the breath
restless and drowning in a concoction of history

Accolades now are meaningless in the ambiance of cob webs and dust
to sit and consider the flood waters of life
Time travels and travails in the crown of my head
beckons to recall a face or a place

Avenues like dead ends in the cul de sac of my mind
a road block seems emanate as age inspires this place
lost in the moment, but everyone knows this is nowhere

' Age and illness steal from the memory banks of time '.